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Apocalypse is slow, a huge explosion so slowed down you barely see the changes until they are fainting into the next popcorn shape of a stormy cloud.

It is time itself, evolving decay, an appearance of endless growing entropy that abruptly ceases into not-nothing, that is nothing anyways. The end of believed desperately craved endurance. Death.

Stumbling accidents and luck, we age to die into forever oblivion. Life´s pointless but so is death, hence we keep it up.
Nobody knows anything.

Picture me naked in the night desert with a gun and a Rolex, telling the universe, God, an invisible government and whatever else isn't there, but I wish to be witnessing, that I've got about five minutes to live and that´s how long it´s got to show mercy.

Picture me going from church to church to screw the most lubricious women in a better rate than any whorehouse.

Picture me listening for hours with my left ear, or right ear, because the other would be sorrow and swollen, out of the damp decaying concrete wall that separates me from an unknown, yet forever horny, neighbor.

Picture me at the window with binoculars and a telescope to catch the sexual depravities of the normal.
Or at the roof, looking down at the nymphomaniac blond milf next building.
I don´t know which church she goes to, for I would attend.
I pray she isn't an atheist. Blasphemy is alright if there´s love.

I watch the endless procession of plugs and fillers TV waiting for one piece of news they haven´t got yet. I´m ahead of the curve.
The plugs and fillers are really like chickens and eggs or day and night. One is there to feed the other and both are pretty much the same.

I muse about the building flying like Dorothy´s house instead of vaporising so I could take a leak while snooping the blond and catching the news. But the beer would be ruined. The very first and last victims of idiots are invariably themselves.

It´s not that I am dying for it, no pun intended, but when a blast that obliterates the largest city in the world is imminent it´s harder and harder to keep one´s focus. A shimmering blast wave would-be déjàvu. All the people nothing.

The Rolex informs that , church time, it´s close. I don´t know when the detonation happens. Yet anyways. Only the bank knows the time. In the bank we trust. Nature works in mysterious ways. Not genocide, extinction.

I tried to be nice. Don´t kill, peel nice. This redundant mass hysteria ordeal, this bent revelry, isn't my doing. Alone, anyways.
Rated R for violence, Operation Dark Lightning bedevils.
One line reads left to right, next right to left, gone awry. Chaos. Controlled demolition.
What a redundancy.

As long as the waters shake and the boat doesn't stand still everyone goes off board. My enemy is stability. Or used to.
Exactly` often means the opposite.

I´m a reviled deviant.

Inside the lowest pavement of my own Winchester Mystery House, I wait for the inevitable to be stopped, hopping that it inevitably will.

This Christmas I forgive yourself for being completely unforgiving. On TV I see a NOW I HAVE A MACHINEGUN shirt. Santa better hurry or the mushroom will toast the future´s future this year.

Another glance at the watch. Licensed Reality.

The American Cryonics Society is managed by a seven person Board of Governors. They´ll need replacements.

Schizophrenia is a lucrative conspiracy of solipsists´ imaginary friends. You may quote me.

How many philosophers does it take to change a light bulb?
We are still working on that.

What did a burned out light bulb say to another? Look at the bright side.

Television wisdom continues.

The bright side of a burned out light bulb is recycling.

I zap through the channels waiting for the lethal doses of radiation to zap through me. The ones beyond the Wi-fi towering pollution that is.

I´m not a schizophrenic, I´m a stand up ´lone comedian. I sought help. The project. But let´s not get a head of ourselves. Not yet anyways.

When the left temporoparietal junction is disturbed, the sensation of self-attribution is broken and may be replaced by the sensation of a foreign presence or a copy of oneself,
displaced nearby. This copy mirrors the real person's body posture, location, and position.

End quote.

Wikiwisdom.

With time travel, Historical tours would be in an all-time low.

Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon Aka Knight Templars.
According to Wikipedia the soldiers ´often joust within the courtroom or the boardroom.`
Whoever recanted left for penance in other monastic orders.

First hologram, 1962, by Yuri Denisyuk, USSR.
Ekklesia. British think-tank. Religion.
The Mapparium. A three-story glass globe of stained glass viewed from a 30-foot-long bridge through its interior at The Mary Baker Eddy Library, Boston.
Closed, 1998. Reopened, 2002.

My mind wanders through the factoids I need-to-know.

Sacred, secret, prostitution. I wonder if ancients knew which hole led to pregnancy.

What's the point in posting it here? Nobody has ever had success doing that yet it happens time and time again. You aren't the first person who read Fight Club and decided you wanted to be a writer. In fact, i think it's its own genre now. This hasn't been "The Writers Cult" for a long time, where do these people keep coming from? I feel like it's the same person over and over, trolling us and having a good laugh about it because the writing is always so lame. Corellion?

No, I'm not particularly clever. I think juvenile might be what you were looking for. The titles of village idiot or occasionally even lovebeast have been used as well.

For what it's worth, let me offer you this. If you are going to pursue writing, or I suppose any endeavor, I'm pretty sure one of the basic tenets would be to know your audience. A click on most any thread here might have given you some insight into this audience.

Instead, you walked into a room of people you don't know pull open your overcoat and and then seem shocked that no one is interested in your junk flapping around. Then when people in varying degrees of politeness try to tell you that stranger junk isn't their thing you seem shocked and offended. Simply meeting people and asking if they in fact want to see your junk could have avoided that...Reading through some of the threads to see how unsolicited junk unveiling has been received before would also have been helpful..

I had a similar problem with remember. I always spelled it rember. Especially annoying when I had to write "I will rember to do my math homework" twenty times. Then another 20 times spelled correctly. I still found writing that preferable to actually doing my math homework.

No, I'm not particularly clever. I think juvenile might be what you were looking for. The titles of village idiot or occasionally even lovebeast have been used as well.

For what it's worth, let me offer you this. If you are going to pursue writing, or I suppose any endeavor, I'm pretty sure one of the basic tenets would be to know your audience. A click on most any thread here might have given you some insight into this audience.

Instead, you walked into a room of people you don't know pull open your overcoat and and then seem shocked that no one is interested in your junk flapping around. Then when people in varying degrees of politeness try to tell you that stranger junk isn't their thing you seem shocked and offended. Simply meeting people and asking if they in fact want to see your junk could have avoided that...Reading through some of the threads to see how unsolicited junk unveiling has been received before would also have been helpful..

He's right, many of us have projects or are writers but you won't find us posting entire threads about them. We don't even talk about it much but it's there. It's a part of us, it's not just all we're about. So when you come in spouting off stories and insulting anyone who doesn't get it, then this is what you get.

I had a similar problem with remember. I always spelled it rember. Especially annoying when I had to write "I will rember to do my math homework" twenty times. Then another 20 times spelled correctly. I still found writing that preferable to actually doing my math homework.

I feel only sorry for both Chuck and the web master (although it would not be the first time a really nice and neat - potentially anywayS - fuck you grammar Nazi, btw - ) is ruined by idiots.

IF - that' s a big if there - the web master shares your nonsense, than I'm seriously wondering if there' s anyone sensible yet left in the world... hopefully, you' re just a bunch of "writers" that get together to jerk eachother off out of shunning perfectly fine gentleman out of YOUR place, that ' s how trolls associate to maggot the internet after all (and yes, I' m aware of that, go read some James Joyce you dumb fuck).

I retorted to a shamelessly hostile tone because that' s how I've been threated here since the very first reply for no discernable reason, so, just so as to leave no impression I am backing down, go fuck you all (those who replied) again.

I 'll take my "junk" as you intellectuals so say, elsewhere, you can high-five and yay yourselves now, and waste not time at it and just suck each others dicks off - and I mean OFF.

It could be a nice website, really.

But the retarded will inherit the earth.

I 'll delete my account to avoid any future mistakes such as ever returning here.

Writers are supposed to have thick skin, man. Not that mine is leather, but sheesh.
Nobody ever told you to leave. We're simply not interested in critiquing your work here. Most of the replies here were in fun and not meant to be taken seriously. Except Cynic's original post, which was good advice.

I used to have blind kindness too. But then I learned that humanity is an asshole and my kindness was only being taken advantage of...

On that note.

Sinister listener wrote:

I feel only sorry for both Chuck and the web master (although it would not be the first time a really nice and neat - potentially anywayS - fuck you grammar Nazi, btw - ) is ruined by idiots.

IF - that' s a big if there - the web master shares your nonsense, than I'm seriously wondering if there' s anyone sensible yet left in the world... hopefully, you' re just a bunch of "writers" that get together to jerk eachother off out of shunning perfectly fine gentleman out of YOUR place, that ' s how trolls associate to maggot the internet after all (and yes, I' m aware of that, go read some James Joyce you dumb fuck).

I retorted to a shamelessly hostile tone because that' s how I've been threated here since the very first reply for no discernable reason, so, just so as to leave no impression I am backing down, go fuck you all (those who replied) again.

I 'll take my "junk" as you intellectuals so say, elsewhere, you can high-five and yay yourselves now, and waste not time at it and just suck each others dicks off - and I mean OFF.

It could be a nice website, really.

But the retarded will inherit the earth.

I 'll delete my account to avoid any future mistakes such as ever returning here.

I think we've all learned a valuable lesson about the true meaning of Spell Check.

And apostrophes. Did you guys see that? I'm neither Grammar Nazi nor writer but I hope his keyboard is tied to his cat's back because otherwise I don't understand how one can fuck up so many three letter words.

Your account is here forever. We're like the benign butt cheek tumor. You can ignore it without any consequences, but it's always there making your butt cheek look less attractive to prospective mates. And if you ever run for president, you're going to have to explain why you told your constituents to die, too. So there's that.

Although there were no specifications outlined for our high fives or jerking each other off, the dicks have to be sucked completely off. He was clear about there being no dick left post head. Also we have to go fuck someone by the name of "you all". Must be Zappa's kid.

Well he clearly didn't think this through. If we do in fact find this you all person, exactly how are we supposed to fuck him or her if everyone's dismembered? This is why outlines are so important prior to writing.

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